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“For what?”I ask, even though I know what she’s thanking me for. I just like hearing her voice in my head.

“For including her and making her happy.”

“What about you, mate? How can I make you happy?”

Her brows pinch as she stares back at me. I know this is probably a huge difference for her. One minute I’m finding every reason to remind her she’s not wanted, and now I’m asking her how to make her happy.

She looks away before looking back at me.“Just make my sister happy. It’s enough for me.”With those words, she turns and heads back down the hallway.

“Enzo, did you hear me? Do you want lasagna for dinner?”

I tune back in to Marley. Sending her a smile, I say. “Yeah kid. We can have lasagna.”

Once again, I’m taken aback by her excitement. Marley and I work together to prepare breakfast. Once it’s done, we call Michaela to eat. She slowly makes her way to us. We all sit down and enjoy the food.

Thirty minutes later, all three of us silently clean the kitchen after breakfast. I glance over and notice Michaela leaning against the counter with her eyes closed. She looks worse than she did this morning. Before I can say anything, my connection with Chayton sparks in my head.

“We have a problem,”he says.“I’m going to need you and your mate.”

I honestly didn’t think she needed to be included in whatever we were about to see, but I know Michaela enough to know that she’d be pissed if I excluded her.

“On our way.”

What the hell is the problem now?

Stepping over a bloodied hand, I grimace. We were at another house in Jonesville. This one belongs to a single gentleman. However, the amount of body parts thrown across this place tells me he had to have had company.

Michaela squats down near a puddle of skin and blood.

“What can you tell us?” Chayton asks.

Me, Chayton, Michaela, Zyion, and Alarick were once again here together.

“Vampires. About three of them. They didn’t feed. This was a massacre.”

“No shit,” Zyion says under his breath.

We all cut our eyes to him. He shrugs.

“How many dead?” Chayton asks.

“Five. All men.”

That doesn’t make it better, but at least there were no women or children like in the other homes.

“They had to have come in and killed them swiftly,” Alarick says. “There is not a trace of a struggle here. There’s not even blood outside. It’s as if they made sure to keep it contained in this house.”

“But why? Why come in and kill these people if not for food?” I ask, tugging at my beard.

“They’re vampires?” Zyion says. “Do they need an excuse?”

Although I still believe some vampires are ruthless, mindless killers, I didn’t like Zyion saying that in front of Michaela. Even my wolf is pissed.

“Hey, chill out,” I tell him.

Zyion’s eyes widen as he stares back at me. He’s confused. I can’t blame him. Just days ago, I was right along with him. But that’s all changed now.

“Despite what you think, wolf,” Michaela says, looking up at Zyion. “Vampires don’t kill just because they can. There is always a reason. You may not like the reason, but it is still a reason. This…this is reckless.” She looks around at the carnage, her face softening.